more then most faire, full of the living fire,

kindled above unto the maker neere:

no eies but joyes, in which al powers conspire,

that to the world naught else be counted deare.

thrugh your bright beams doth not the blinded guest

shoot out his darts to base affections wound?

but angels come to lead fraile mindes to rest

in chast desires on heavenly beauty bound.

you frame my thoughts and fashion me within,

you stop my toung, and teach my hart to speake,

you calme the storme that passion did begin,

strong thrugh your cause, but by you vertue weak.

dark is the world, where your light shined never;

well is he borne, that may behold you ever

there is always something better

never stop learning; you can never know it all

don’t you ever get too comfortable

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